Doing a Happy Dance
I am finally back at work after an eventful morning. The swearing-in ceremony went well (even if it did run a tad long) I’m excited to see what new things this chief will implement and how he plans to clean up the former chief’s mess.
Why do we despise the former chief (aka Satan) so much? Well, there are a variety of reasons; one of the most prominent being that he attempted to impune my Dad and JD’s integrity. You can say many things about both of those men, but their integrity is not something wither of them have ever taken lightly.
I’ve written before about all the drama JD has had with the chief in regards to promotions/union activities and the like. As a side-note, JD’s case goes to trial next month. Should be a good ruling, but we’ll have to wait and see for sure.
I haven’t talked much about my Dad’s involvement. My dad is a quiet and determined man. He has a gentle spirit, but don’t even make the mistake of viewing his quietness as weakness. My dad is about as tough as they come. He has great leadershp ability (though he would disagree) and people not only trust him, but they follow him. I could make a good size list of firefighters he has mentored in his 30 years with this department. JD is just one of them.
My dad has been active on the union and negotiations boards for as long as I can remember. He was and is a good dad; but his work has always not only followed him home but ingrained itself into everyday life. Until very recently, he has lived and breathed two things: the fire department and his family. He has sacrificed of himself for years to take care of the firefighters as a group and in turn the safetyof this community.
So, all that said, someone coming through and claiming my father to be underhanded and a liar didn’t sit well with me, nor other members of the department. Add to that the shady hiring and promoting practices of Satan and the fact that he deliberately deceived the residents of this town in order to get an initiative passed that diverts money to the fire department the way he wanted not the ways they needed it.
Ok, end rant. It is more than sufficient to say that I am both thrilled and relieved that we officially have the new Chief as of 11:35am. (Not that I was keeping track or anything.) Gonna go do a happy dance after work to celebrate. It’s my night…starting tomorrow I am the designated driver for several firefighters whose celebrations will most likely last through the weekend.
Vin Vin Vin
Ok, so here is the short version. I am on day four of a killer migraine. There isn’t enough Vinvin in the known universe and yet, I am still at work. We are swamped here and it doesn’t look like things will be changing much in the next week or so.
My birthday was awesome!! I had so much fun. Thanks everyone who came out or wished me well. It was a memorable time. Yes, Cookie was drunk at Vogue and it was wonderful. I sang karaoke (I broke my rule and sang drunk…it was Sir Mix-a-lot, what was I to do?) and I only drunk dialed one person.
No not who ya’ll are thinking. I didn’t talk to either JD or Clark and in retrospect that’s probably all for the better. I was surrounded by people who love me and I couldn’t ask for more.
This year is going to be a good one; I feel it already.
I will write more once I get to feeling better. I need all the brain power I can get just to get through work right now.
Gettin’ Older All the Time
Today, as of 4:47am, I am officially 25. It’s been a good day so far.
I have no deep reflections to record right now. Those will come later, I’m sure. For now, I’m glad to be done with 24 and I am ready to move forward.
Time to start a new year. Have a great weekend, ya’ll!!
Precious Illusions
I have decided that this year is the year to shed all of the remaining “illusions” in favor of allowing the world to see more of the real me. I’m tired of the games, the politics, and the smokescreens.
You’ll rescue me, right? in the exact same way they never did.
I’ll be happy, right? When your healing powers kick in
You’ll complete me, right? Then my life can finally begin.
I’ll be worthy, right? Only when you realize the gem I am?
But this won’t work now the way it once did
and I won’t keep it up even though I would love to
once I know who I’m not then I’ll know who I am
but I know I won’t keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
This ring will help me yet,
as will you knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet
as will these boys gone through like water
But this won’t work as well as the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
and though I know who I’m not I still don’t know who I am
but I know I won’t keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head
did not let me down when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
I’ve spent so long firmly looking outside me
I’ve spent so much time living in survival mode
But this won’t work now the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
Though I know who I’m not I still don’t know who I am
but I know I won’t keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
I know who I’m not. I know who I am. And I know that I will find my way. I come closer all the time. It would be nice to have a knight by my side, but I’ve learned that I can slay dragons on my own…and if I can’t, I know that I have MOH and my girls with me every step of the way.
It reminds me of the episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte tells the others: “Don’t laugh at me, but maybe we can be each other’s soulmates. And then we could let men just be these great nice guys to have fun with.”
This year is a big one for me, I am learning more about myself, who I am, and who I want to become. No more illusions. And maybe, along the way, there will be one of those great nice guys to have fun with.
Some Sadness
I got the call this morning that I was hoping not to get. My dad called to tell me that grandpa has taken a turn for the worse. It appears that he is not responding to the cancer medication. He is in an incredible amount of pain and hasn’t been sleeping much as of late. They go back to the doctor’s next week and he will probably start aggressive chemo…that is, if he decides to do anything at all.
G-ma is having a very difficult time. Her spirits are pretty low and she’s aging rapidly…caring for my grandpa has just worn her out. She’d be okay if she wasn’t carrying the weight of half of the family in addition to her own worries. But, bitching about the extended family is not my point right now.
My dad said that after talking to g-ma, he thinks we’ll be lucky to have grandpa much longer than July. I plan to go back for a week next month, and it appears that the timing is just about perfect for when g-ma will need me. I will arrive on the heels of my aunt’s departure and will myself be departing just days before my g-ma’s best friend arrives for a visit. I’m also putting together a trip for my dad to go see them in June. He plans to fly back home about the same time they leave, possibly even traveling with them.
It’s been a very, very long day, and it’s not even close to over yet. The one bright spot is that I am going to my very first professional basketball game tonight. I am going to the King’s last home game of the season. I’m stoked. Maybe it will help me pull out of this funk. It can’t hurt…
Little Words
Apparently, I’m not as good of an actress as I thought. I’ve been on the down-ward spiral of a manic swing for the last couple weeks. Most people (even those close to me…cept you, MOH, of course) haven’t noticed. It’s more difficult to tell with me than with others. See, my lows look like a balanced person’s normal.
My normal is like a balanced person’s happy and my manic…well it’s a bit overwhleming to some the first time they experience it.
Anyway, I’ve been down for a while and I can’t seem to pull out of it. I do a pretty good job of not letting people see that side of me. It’s not that I want to be two people; rather, I got tired of being labeled melodramatic because my down doesn’t appear to be all that down. I don’t actually get despondant when I’m really low.
Mostly, I just get really quiet. I get a little withdrawn and mainly I just appear subdued. That’s why many people don’t take notice. It’s very easy for me to convince others that I am just tired…or I just don’t have much to say…or any number of answers.
People believe me for a couple reasons.
- pushing me to “be happy” won’t get you anywhere
- I don’t seem to be that upset. Maybe I am just tired
- Finally, people don’t seem to know how to react to me when I’m subdued. I’m not scary, it’s just not what people are used to seeing from me.
Anyway, the point is, I was called out three times in as many days about my emotional/chemical state. Just yesterday, a family friend, whom I dearly love, asked me how I was. I answered that I was good. She looked at me and said, “No you’re not. You’re quiet, really quiet and that means you’re having a tough time.”
I managed a small smile and replied that yes, indeed I was having a down couple of days but I was alright. The friend smiled back and said, “Well Audrey, know that we love you. Period. Regardless, we love you. Just know that.”
It was so simple, so sincere and almost made me cry right then and there. I’m not out of it yet, and this isn’t a plea for public outpourings of “You’ll be ok”. Plattitudes are not what I seek. However, her words meant a lot to me at the moment they were received. I am a bit lighter today.
The sun is out for the second day in a row and I am hopeful that I will feel like myself before this week is up.
restless
I have an overwhelming desire to get in my car and drive to the City. I have absolutely no plans once I get there…I just want to go. This time of the year always makes me want to drive to the City. The sun is out but it’s not hot yet. It’s perfect…and I’m stuck inside…
Sigh…maybe I can escape for a little while…at the very least, I can continue to day dream when I look out the window…and visualize the ocean and the sand…
Sun is Shining
“Sun Is Shining (The Island Mix)” By Bob Marley
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah
Make you wanna move your dancing feet now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y’all, can you understand?
When the mornin´ gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah
Want you to know, I’m a rainbow too now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y’all, can you, can you, can you understand?
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now
Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah
But to the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can,
here I stand, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Can you understand me now, baby?
Do you believe me?
The sun is out today and for the first time in weeks the temperature is in the 70’s. It almost feels like Cali again. If only it was Friday already…c’est la vie. Back to work I go. Perhaps, if I’m lucky, I will be able to get out of here while the sun is still out.
You’re Invited
Ok well technically, I’m invited. But ya’ll get to share vicariously. The other day, I opened the mail to find one of the best invitations I have ever received. It read:
The City of ********** Invites you to join us for the Fire Chief Change of Command. Current Fire Chief Lucifer “The Prince of Darkness” Beelzebub will be retiring effective April 30, 2006. On May 1, 2006, Deputy Fire Chief Michael the archangel of light will assume command as the Fire Chief for the City of ********.
Of course the use of italics is at my discretion. I must say, the mood around that department is getting more light by the day…dare I say some are almost giddy. I have already made plans for the 30th to chauffer several inebriated firefighters home after the celebration.
There is actually a countdown posted at one of the stations that reads: “xx days until Satan’s demise.” hehehe This department has been through hell the last few years…it’s such a relief that it’s finally coming to an end.
JD will finally be able to relax a little (well after the hearings are over with in a couple more months. On that note, I’ve done the research and JD shouldn’t have any problems coming out on top); my dad can stop working on that ulcer; and the rest of the good guys can stop worrying about losing promotions because of their completely legal union activities.
I have already started practicing my happy dance. This day is several years in the making…only 18 more days. WooHoo!! That count actually brightened an otherwise gray and gruesome day around here.
More updates to follow as the time draws nearer. 
Local Boy Doing Good
When I was reading in the local paper this morning I came across this letter to the Editor. It touched me, so I decided to share it with ya’ll. This guy is from my hometown.
A View From Iraq
I have been reading articles in The Daily Democrat online that suggest the support for our troops and our war in Iraq is fading or is lost. I am here to say that … well, it’s OK. It’s OK because you can bet your life that we still support you.
All 138,000 of us support the citizens of [this] County and every other county in our 50 states. We do it without the support of many of you and that’s OK. We do it because somebody had to.
We do it because we want to. We do it for our mothers and fathers, our wives and our brothers and sisters. We do it for reasons that most of you will never know or understand. They are not reasons that most of you make “sacrifices” for.
They are not for an extra day off or more money. We don’t have 401k plans or overtime. We don’t have sick days. We have leadership, discipline and honor. We have heart and valor. In the end it is obvious that we have each other. By each other I mean every man or women who has defended this great country.
The country where you can sit in the comfort of your home, knowing that enemies from other countries are not going to attack your city with soldiers and take away your rights. Do any of you know why they won’t? Well it isn’t because they are afraid of what you may say in some overrated poll. No it’s us, the military. They know that if they dared attack our cities we would not only fight, but we would fight with such vengeance that no man has ever seen.
I am a former citizen of [this town]. I say former as I joined the Army in 1990 after graduating from [the local] High School.
Since then I have traveled this world. I have been to Germany, Italy, Spain, Hungarian, Poland, Switzerland, Netherlands, France, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar and more places that I can’t spell or pronounce. I have been to all these places and every time I assemble in them all I can think about is how great it would be to be home in the states.
I have made real sacrifices in my life. Giving up better money to stay in a fight another day. Giving up stability in my life to lead one more soldier, knowing that one soldier could be something great. I’ve given up more than most of you will ever have. I’m not your stereotypical soldier. I have a degree, top secret clearance and have more experience in real life police situations than some entire police departments combined. This is my second time in Iraq. I served in Desert Storm as an MP. I was 19 then and had the same views of the military as now. I have never been a person who feels unappreciated. I don’t need your support to complete my mission. All I need is the support of my family, which I have.
Go ahead and continue to put our war down and trash it as you will. But just remember that we will still support you no matter what you say. We will continue to fight and die if necessary.
We wouldn’t have it any other way. You can believe that we don’t sit around polling ourselves as to how we feel or how high on the complainometer we rate. We are warriors and you are not. End of story. We are willing to die for what we believe in. That is real! As real as it gets. So when you see us on the street be aware that we know who you are. Don’t be afraid, we hold no grudges. We are just happy to be back in the country we fought for. See that’s sacrifice.
So feel free to poll all you want. Go out and join Cindy Sheehan’s crusade. It won’t change the fact that we are here until the job is done and that’s still a ways away.
But if you really want to help, lend your support to someone in the military other than me. Like I said before I’m supported by my family. Maybe Sheehan’s son could use some support, his support has forgotten who her son was and that he volunteered for this mission, but what can you expect from a newly non-elected politician.
Wherever he is now he could use some support from people who care. So let your support for him and the others like him be heard. It’s a tough time right now, but again we wouldn’t have it any other way.
- Jerry Frasier is an Army “special agent,” stationed at Camp Slayer, Iraq. He reports that his father, is a two-time Vietnam veteran and now retired California police officer; and his mother, works at the County Courthouse.
